I, Turing, only wanted to live a quiet life of pretending to be weak while secretly being strong, before fighting my way back into the turmoil of the New Republic. But then I opened a box that should have stayed shut, and some bored being from beyond the universe flung me and the capital I'd built up into a distant, different galaxy. This star system is utterly insane and bleak, so I have no choice but to take my equally clueless subordinates to the assigned location, pass through a wormhole, and return to our own universe.
